Opening the phone, I scrolled to the “second-gen” friend's circle. His friend's circle was as usual repetitive and boring, besides various luxury cars and famous watches, it was the flashy nightlife of nightclubs. I saw my blurry figure in the background of a photo, lying limply on the sofa, with some unknown man beside me holding a wine glass and pouring alcohol into me. Thinking about last night's experience, my lower abdomen twitched. In the busy public restroom, being wildly fucked by a handsome young man, that feeling was really too stimulating. By the end, I couldn't care anymore and started screaming crazily. The more I screamed, the more excited the man behind me became. I picked up that rose-red lace panties, ready to throw them into the washing machine. My fingertips touched the crotch of the panties, how come it felt wet on there as if just taken off, and when I smelled it, there was still a strong smell of male semen. The washing machine was rumbling, I returned to the bedroom and lay on the bed again. Last night was really too exhausting, now my whole body feels like it's falling apart. My husband's “childhood friend” fatty sent me a message. He is a small boss in local earthwork engineering, has some money and some social background. Fatty regards himself as my “dry husband”, is very generous to me, can be said to dote on me, more like a husband than my own husband.…… #SlutWifeOralDiary

Slut Wife's Oral Diary Episode 003

Wei Yangsheng’s lips curled into a cold smile. With a “shua” he snapped his folding fan shut and struck it heavily against his palm, his burning gaze meeting the old monk’s: “Master, your line of reasoning is indeed watertight. But this talk of karmic retribution is nothing more than a trick to frighten ignorant villagers. Only by painting it in blood and gloom can you cow those illiterate fools. Yet when you try to debate logic with a clear-minded scholar like myself, it falls apart completely!” His debating spirit ignited, he raised his chin with animated flair, his words growing ever sharper and more cutting: “Though the Way of Heaven is stern, it still shows tolerance toward all things in the world. True, many who indulge in lust and debauchery meet swift retribution, but look back at the timeless tales of talented scholars and beautiful ladies—every hero is dashing and unrestrained, every heroine tender and affectionate. If Heaven were truly busy every day tallying these romantic affairs and settling accounts for every liaison, how would it differ from a brothel pimp? Would that not be absurd!” At this clever point, Wei Yangsheng could not help clapping his hands and laughing, his face full of cunning and arrogance: “Heaven has its own rules. Those who murder and pillage, who commit atrocities against nature, will sooner or later suffer divine punishment—that is an iron fact. Using this principle to urge goodness and deter evil is more than sufficient. But you, Master, are still unsatisfied, insisting on dragging the pleasures of men and women into this karmic framework. Why go to such lengths?” The old monk, seeing his glib and eloquent manner, did not grow angry but let out a cold snort through his nostrils: “According to you, then, there truly exist cheap tricks where one can steal another’s wife or daughter and escape unscathed? Heaven’s net of karma has always been wide-meshed yet never lets a single fish slip through. Let me tell you plainly: from ancient times to the present, not one person who violated another’s wife or daughter has ever escaped retribution! The history books are filled with it in black and white, and common folk pass the tales down by the thousands upon thousands.” The old monk lowered his eyelids, his fingers spinning the prayer beads with a clicking sound, then suddenly chuckled and spoke slowly: “Patron, listen to this principle of mine.” “When men out there take advantage of others’ wives and concubines, they can’t wait to stretch their necks three feet long and boast to everyone of their skill and good fortune. They slap tables in taverns and cross their legs in teahouses, terrified the world might not know what a bargain they struck. Why? Because they are happy for people to know—it’s a fine way to gild their reputation.” The old monk paused, pressing the beads onto the table, his voice suddenly sinking: “But what if retribution falls upon their own heads? Their wife is seduced away, their daughter’s virtue stolen—do you see them beating gongs or drums? Do they go around telling everyone, ‘My wife ran off with another man’? Bah! They would rather sew their mouths shut and plug their ears, silencing every witness. Why? Because they cannot bear the shame! They can only swallow their broken teeth and, if they cannot stomach it, kill the offender and then slit their own throats.” The old monk narrowed his eyes and tapped the table with his bony fingers: “So, Patron—you only see those libertines strutting about, thinking Heaven is blind and retribution has failed. Little do they know, retribution has long arrived, only it strikes in secret, in their own inner chambers, upon their beloved daughters and dearest wives. They dare not speak of it, cannot speak of it; to speak would be stabbing themselves in the heart.” “And those adulterous women, those eloping daughters? They deceive their spineless husbands and foolish fathers, keeping the men in the dark like living cuckolds, while the men, after wine and meat, beat their chests and brag to their rascally friends: ‘In all my life of debauchery and plunder, have I ever seen the slightest retribution?’” At this, the old monk suddenly threw back his head and laughed, his laughter like an owl’s cry echoing through the empty meditation hall. “Retribution is never thunderbolts or flames striking on the spot. It is an account Heaven keeps for you. Today you take someone’s wife; tomorrow someone will take your daughter. Today you destroy someone’s family; tomorrow someone will destroy yours. Only you dare not settle this account, nor can you—until one day retribution knocks at your own door and you suddenly realize: Heaven has never been blind.” The old monk stopped laughing, resumed spinning his beads, and his voice returned to its earlier calm: “Not to mention that true physical adultery is not the only way to incur a debt of lust! The moment a man’s heart stirs with lecherous fire, his wife and daughters at home sense it in their spirits and unknowingly send their souls wandering!” The old monk lifted his eyelids slightly, his gaze slicing across Wei Yangsheng’s face like a knife: “For instance, some men marry wives who are coarse and heavy-featured. At night, rolling in bed, the man looks at that ugly flesh and feels no vigor at all, his mind desperately fantasizing about the pretty young woman he glimpsed on the street by day. Thus he treats the ugly wife beneath him as that wanton wench and seeks his pleasure.” The old monk paused, his voice dropping lower: “But this fool never imagines that the ugly wife beneath him likewise despises him as an impotent wretch. Eyes closed, her mind is replaying the fair-faced young man she dallied with by day, pretending the man atop her is someone else as she pleasures herself!” His beads struck the table with a sharp click, making the candle flames flicker: “Such filthy matters of sharing a bed yet dreaming separate dreams—how many households perform them nightly behind their bed curtains? Though the outer skin of chastity remains unbroken, in truth, where is there any chaste and loyal wife left?!” The old monk narrowed his eyes, a mocking curve at his lips: “Is this not the first worldly retribution visited upon a lecher? Before the body moves, the mind is already soiled; before the flesh is breached, the soul has already flown. This is retribution!” “If even a fleeting thought brings such sinister backlash, what if you truly break down the door?! Do you truly believe all the gods and Buddhas are blind, that the Creator will allow you to ravage at will while still protecting the chastity of your own wives and concubines, letting them uphold a lifelong memorial arch of virtue for you?! Every word I speak tears at your flesh—is this mere rhetoric?! Weigh it yourself, layman!” Stung by this venomous thrust, Wei Yangsheng’s face burned, yet he stubbornly retorted, laughing skyward with the slyness of a marketplace rogue: “Master, your logic sounds indeed cunning and ruthless, leaving no flaw to pick. But I still have one knot in my belly that requires the guidance of a high monk—” He paused, a trace of overbearing smugness in his eyes: “When a man with wife and daughter sleeps with another’s woman, Heaven can still send others to sleep with his wife and daughter in repayment. But what if he is a lone widower with neither roof nor land, not even a female dog at home? If he merrily beds every flower-like beauty he finds, where, pray tell, would Heaven borrow women to settle this debt of lust? Would not the heavenly law stall right there? Moreover, a man’s household can support only three or five wives, daughters, and maidens, yet peerless beauties under Heaven are as numerous as stars and inexhaustible! Suppose in this life I have but one wife and one daughter, yet I bed hundreds or thousands of exquisite noblewomen! Even if Heaven sends retribution and throws my wife and daughter to others for ravishment, I would still have traded two old ones for a thousand new conquests—a clear ‘tiny capital, boundless profit’ bargain! How, then, shall Heaven balance its books against such a greedy rogue?!” Upon hearing this, the old monk’s heart chilled to the marrow, as if a basin of ice water had been poured over him from head to toe. He saw through the man before him—a lust-obsessed libertine whose mind was wholly possessed by carnal desire. Even if the eighty-one precepts of Buddhism were turned into heavenly thunder to strike him, they could not shake his obsession in the slightest! The old monk fell silent, his profound gaze fixed on Wei Yangsheng for a long while before he said quietly: “Your iron teeth, copper teeth, and honeyed tongue, Patron, I truly cannot match. Yet this matter of karmic retribution cannot be settled by words alone; only when you personally take up the spear and act will the final outcome become clear.” He paused, a trace of helpless sigh in his voice: “After you descend the mountain, go seek your number-one beauty and fine wife. When the aphrodisiacs are exhausted, your yang essence depleted, and you are trapped upon the flesh prayer mat between a woman’s legs unable to free yourself, then from the bottom of your heart you may gradually comprehend this Buddhist truth and witness its bloody, actual consequences! I have observed you coldly; your bones hold the makings of a transcendent sage destined for the golden immortals—truly heaven-sent talent. I cannot bear to watch you fall shattered into the bottomless abyss of ten-thousand bones!” The old monk raised his eyes, his tone suddenly earnest and mournful: “Should you one day awaken from the great dream, suddenly enlightened, your body scorched by worldly karmic flames with nowhere left to turn, remember to return to Mount Kuocang and seek me. Together we shall discuss a path out of suffering and back to truth. From tomorrow’s dawn onward, I shall sit upon the straw-mat prayer cushion in this thatched hall, my old eyes polished bright, waiting day and night for your return.” With that, the old monk turned to the side table, smoothed a sheet of snow-white paper, took up a worn sheep-hair brush, dipped it in thick, lacquer-black ink, and with a flick of his wrist wrote a five-character quatrain in one flowing motion: “Cast off the leather sack, Go sit upon the flesh prayer mat. Repent while still alive, Do not sigh when the coffin is sealed!” The old monk set down the brush, pinched the still-wet inked paper between two fingers, and held it out to Wei Yangsheng, his face expressionless: “I am but a crude, unlettered ascetic monk who knows nothing of the flowery pretensions of officialdom and the literary world. Though these four lines of verse cut like knives into the heart and sting the ear, they are truly half my heart offered to you. Wronged patron, tuck them into your sleeve and take them away, to serve as a warning when great calamity strikes in the future.” At these words, the old monk flicked his robe sleeve and stepped back half a pace, standing facing the wall with eyes raised to heaven, assuming the posture of dismissing a guest and closing the door. Wei Yangsheng understood clearly that this old Zen master no longer found common ground with him. Yet mindful that the other was a renowned high monk and hermit of deep magnanimity, and that a scholar like himself ought not to turn hostile on the spot, he forced down the sullen anger in his heart, tucked his folding fan into his waist, bowed respectfully, and said in apology: “This humble one was born with a lowly, stubborn, and foolish nature. Though I have received Master’s head-on rebuke, I could not heed it—my crime is grave indeed. I beg Master’s Buddhist compassion not to hold it against such a madman as myself. Once I have fulfilled my worldly wishes amid the red dust, I shall return to this precious mountain one day. I hope then that Master will open wide the mountain gate and not shut me out.” With that, Wei Yangsheng straightened his robes and, following proper etiquette, performed four respectful bows toward the old monk. The lone-peak monk showed neither joy nor sorrow, likewise bowed deeply in return with four bows, then pressed his palms together in silence, watching wordlessly as the handsome scholar stepped over the threshold and descended the mountain beneath a carpet of rustling autumn leaves. #ClassicNewTranslationOfTheCarnalPrayerMat <img src="https://static2.fansone.co/images/ffa23477-2b3e-4b00-814b-eb41c883d76c.avif" />

Classic New Translation of The Carnal Prayer Mat, Chapter 4

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未央生辭別了老岳父與妻子，動身出門遊學。他信馬由繮，走到哪兒算哪兒，全無一定方向；只要哪處有俊俏婦人，那處便是他安身立命的溫柔鄉。每到一處州府縣治，總要盤桓住上幾日。他本是年少成名的名士，平日科場考課極有底子，又最喜結納文社，刻印發行的文章詩賦極多。方圓千里之內，凡是念書人沒一個不知曉他大名的，因此每到一處，當地文友便紛紛拉他入社聚會。他卻把以文會友當作最要不得的末節，唯有暗中尋訪絕色佳人，才是他心頭第一等緊要的大事。每天清早爬起來，不論大街僻巷，必定親自踩街巡梭一遍。只是舉目所見皆是尋常脂粉，哪裡尋得見半分傾國傾城的天姿國色？ 一日，行到一處荒郊野外的客棧中，兩個隨身僕人偏偏同時鬧起病來，躺在榻上動彈不得。未央生想獨自出門走走，身邊沒個長隨僕從跟著，又怕教街坊婦人家瞧見了顯得寒酸失體面；獨自悶坐在客房裡，只覺百無聊賴。 忽見隔壁房裡同住的一名房客踱步走過來，拱手道：“相公獨自悶坐，未免有些寂寞。小人房裡剛好溫有一壺老酒，若不嫌粗陋，請相公移步過去共飲一杯，消遣消遣如何？” 未央生道：“萍水相逢，怎麼好平白打擾？” 那人笑道：“我常聽人說讀書相公是最灑脫豁達的，相公何必這般拘泥客套？小人雖是個卑賤之流，生平卻最愛結交豪傑朋友。只因見相公前程遠大，原不敢高攀；如今既同落腳在這荒郊客棧里，也是千載難逢的緣分，屈駕坐一坐又有何妨？” 未央生正悶得骨頭生鏽，恨不得抓個人扯淡閒聊，當下便欣然應允。同他到了隔壁，那人極力將未央生推到上席首座，自己側身坐在下垂位相陪。未央生再三推辭不肯受，硬扯著他面對面平坐。坐定之後，那人便打聽姓名。未央生將自己的號報了，也順勢請教對方尊姓大名。 那人笑道：“小人是個市井粗俗漢子，哪來什麼堂皇字號。江湖上只有個諢名，喚作‘賽崑崙’。” 未央生奇道：“這個尊號起得好生古怪！因何要取這三個字？” 賽崑崙道：“若是說將出來，只怕相公嚇破了膽，便不屑與小人同桌對飲了。” 未央生笑道：“小生也是個胸懷豪俠之氣的人，休說是人，便是有神仙鬼怪立在眼前，我也渾然不怕。至於門第貴賤、賢愚高下，我向來一概不論，只要脾胃相投、意氣相合，又有何不屑的？” 賽崑崙道：“相公既然這等爽快，小人便不妨直說了罷。小人生平是個做賊的飛賊，專能飛檐走壁。隨你幾十丈的高門大樓、幾百層的深宅厚壁，我分毫不費吹灰之力，便能直潛入他的臥榻床頭，將金銀細軟席捲一空。我不順手盜走的，次日也保管不教他瞧出半點破綻。世人常傳當年有個崑崙奴，能潛入郭令公深府之中盜出紅綃妓女。可他一輩子不過乾成過那麼一回，小人平生不知做成了幾百遭！江湖上這才贈我一個匪號，叫作‘賽崑崙’。” 未央生大吃一驚道：“你既然常年乾這等買賣，又名聲在外、人盡皆知，難道官府市井就沒犯出事來拿你？” 賽崑崙冷笑道：“若是輕易犯案失手，哪裡還配稱豪傑！自古道‘捉賊見贓’，只要抓不到現行贓物，我便是當面挑明瞭告訴他，他也休想奈何得了我分毫。反倒是遠近內外的大戶人家，沒一個不小心奉承著我，唯恐哪句話得罪了我，夜裡遭我算計。不過小人平生極講義氣，定有‘五不偷’的規矩：遇凶不偷，遇吉不偷，相熟不偷，偷過不偷，不提防不偷。” 未央生聽得大為驚奇：“這五條名目聽來極有講究，還請兄台逐條道來聽聽。” 賽崑崙道：“人家若遇上凶喪倒霉事，或是患了重病，或是身在喪期，或是突遭橫禍飛災，正處於大難臨頭、水深火熱之際，我若再去偷他，無異於落井下石、火上澆油，教人家徹底熬不過去。這等傷天害理之事，我絕不去乾。人家若逢喜事，或是嫁娶迎親，或是起造新房，或是弄璋得子、做壽誕辰，正值吉慶彩頭之時，我若去偷竊，壞了人家的吉兆，累得人家往後行事蹭蹬不利。這等敗興事，我也絕不去乾。那素未謀面的陌生人家，我去偷他一遭不算過分；可若是平日里低頭不見抬頭見、碰了面要拱手作揖的熟人，我去偷了他，人家待我坦然不疑，我低頭見了人家也自心懷慚愧。熟識之人，我也絕不去偷。那豪富巨賈之家，家財萬貫、金銀堆山，我去光顧他一次，權當是打秋風借幾個盤纏，算得什麼過錯？可若偷過一遭嘗到了甜頭，便貪心不足、一而再再而三去騷擾不休，那便成了貪得無厭的下三濫，這等事我斷斷不為。那成日里提心弔膽、夜夜如臨大敵防賊的人家，嘴裡一口一個防賊，滿眼鄙夷輕慢待我，那我便也以鄙夷之心回敬他——索性去偷他個底朝天，教他見識見識我的手段，知道神偷不是他防得住的！可若是那些心胸寬闊大度的人家，深知錢財乃身外之物，向來不拘小節，有時大門忘了栓，或是臥房門虛掩不關，我若趁機去偷，豈不成了欺軟怕硬的小人？我賽崑崙堂堂漢子，豈肯做這等勾當！這便叫作‘五不偷’。遠近的人見我行事有這些原則講究，所以哪怕明知我是個大盜，也從不拿尋常毛賊看待我，反倒爭相與我結交來往，不以為恥。今日相公若是不嫌棄小人出身，咱倆便在這客棧里結為異姓骨肉；往後但凡有用得著小人的去處，任憑差遣，便是捨了這條命去替你擋刀，小人也心甘情願！” 未央生聽了這番宏論，心下不由得暗暗驚嘆：“真想不到盜賊之中，竟能出這等義薄雲天的豪傑！我若同他結交，別的事情倒用不著他；倘若日後在外頭真遇上了紅綃、紅拂這般的絕色佳人，深鎖在朱門大戶里，裡外音訊不通、身子又插翅難飛，我若托他充當一回崑崙奴，替我翻牆越脊、穿針引線，豈不妙絕通天！” 念及此處，興奮得幾乎手舞足蹈起來。可轉念聽到對方提出要拜把子結拜，心頭又微微犯了嘀咕：嘴上雖敷衍著“極好極好”，神色間卻難免少了幾分真誠熱絡。 賽崑崙是何等眼色，一眼便看穿了他的顧慮，當下開口挑明：“相公嘴上應了，心頭卻懸著，莫非是怕惹上我這賊盜身份，日後吃了掛連？相公大可放寬心！先不說小人身手高強、做賊絕不會失手犯案；即便哪天真栽了跟頭，要死也是小人自去抹脖子抵命，斷斷不會攀扯連累無辜之人半分，相公切莫多慮。” 未央生見自己的隱秘心思被對方一語戳破，又聽他把退路說得這般磊落斬截，滿腹疑慮頓時煙消雲散，連聲痛快應承。當下兩人各自湊出銅錢，托店小二買辦了豬羊雞三牲祭品，鋪紙研墨寫了生辰年月，就在這簡陋的店房之中滴血入酒、歃血為盟，立誓同生共死。 按年齒敘齒，賽崑崙歲數大，稱兄長；未央生年紀輕，認作義弟。二人共享了祭祀的酒肉，推杯換換盞，直吃到更深半夜。正準備各自回屋安歇，未央生拉住他道：“分房各睡，大家兩下里也是寂寞。不如兄長搬到小弟房裡，抵足而眠，通宵暢談心事，也好消遣這漫漫長夜，如何？” 賽崑崙爽快應道：“甚合我意！”兩人當下解衣卸帶，同鑽進一床被窩睡下。 未央生剛爬上床躺平，肚子里的那股老毛病便按捺不住冒了出來，翻了個身，嘴裡忍不住嘆氣埋怨道：“怎麼這般諾大一片好地方，竟挑不出一個瞧得上眼的俊婦人來！” 賽崑崙聽了，偏過頭詫異地問：“賢弟因何平白髮出這等感慨？莫非至今尚未娶親，正四處相親尋配偶不成？” 未央生道：“媳婦自然是早娶了的。只是人生在世，堂堂男兒哪能一輩子只守著一個婦人廝混到老？妻子之外，總得另尋幾個傾國傾城的紅顏知己相伴，方不負此生。實不相瞞長兄，小弟天性最喜風流韻事。這回名義上推說是出門遊學，骨子裡全是為了一飽眼福、尋訪人間絕色而來！只是這一路行來，走遍了無數州府縣鎮，街面巷口所見到的婦人，不是濃妝艷抹掩飾那漆黑粗糙的皮肉，就是頭上亂插翡翠珠子遮擋一頭枯槁乾黃的頭髮。哪有一個生來不必梳妝修飾、便天然俏麗標緻的尤物？小弟真是看得滿眼生厭、倒盡了胃口，這才忍不住抱怨兩句。” 賽崑崙聽了哈哈大笑：“賢弟這話可就大錯特錯了！天下真正標緻的好婦人，是絕不會輕易拋頭露面讓人隨便瞧見的；凡是隨隨便便立在大街上任人打量的，斷然稱不上什麼絕色。休說是良家名門的深閨閨秀，便是在那勾欄娼寮之中，也唯有那些容貌極醜極陋、無人問津的下等娼婦，才會倚門賣笑、沿街拉客；但凡略有幾分身價姿色的紅牌頭牌，也必定安坐內房等客來訪，才肯挪步出來見客。娼家尚且如此，又何況清白好人家的千金小姐？哪有立在自家門前任街市漢子肆意打量的道理！賢弟若真想探知哪裡有絕頂的好婦人，除了來問我，天下再無第二人知曉！” 未央生聞言，猛地從枕頭上支稜起脖子，瞪大眼睛道：“這就更奇了！長兄平生又不在風月風流場里打滾，怎會知曉這些閨幃秘事？” 賽崑崙冷笑道：“我雖不在風月場里駐足，可那天底下的風月勾當，唯獨我這雙眼睛瞧得最真切，我這雙耳朵聽得最明白！我且來問你，天底下生得標緻的女子，是富貴深宅里多，還是貧賤窮巷里多？” 未央生脫口道：“那自然是豪富大戶人家多。” 賽崑崙道：“那我再問你：這富貴人家的標緻女子，是臉上抹著厚脂粉、身上裹著綾羅錦緞時瞧得真切，還是洗盡了鉛華、脫得赤條條一絲不掛時瞧得真切？” 未央生道：“自然是洗淨脫光了，才見本來皮肉真色。” 賽崑崙拍著大腿道：“這不就全明白了！我們做飛賊的人，貧賤窮窩自然是不屑光顧的；黑夜裡摸進去走動的，必定是珠圍翠繞、金玉滿堂的深宅大院，見過的內眷自然數不勝數。我去光顧的時節，又恰恰是更深露重、人聲俱寂之時。內宅深閨里，那些嬌妻美妾，或是脫得精光坐在窗前貪涼對月，或是大敞著繡帳赤身臥在暗淡的燈影之下。我因怕她尚未熟睡、不敢貿然翻箱倒櫃收拾細軟，便屏息蜷伏在屋角暗影之中，一雙眼死死盯在她身上，細察她出不出聲、動是不動，直等她鼾聲漸起徹底睡死，我方敢下手。這一盯往往就是大半個時辰，能不瞧得真切？何止是臉面白嫩、肌膚勝雪瞧得毫釐不差，便是胯下陰戶的高聳低陷、陰毛的多寡疏密，全教我盡收眼底、辨得一清二楚！這方圓數百里內外的大戶人家，哪家的婦人生得皮白肉嫩、哪家的婦人長得枯槁醜陋，全清清楚楚裝在小人這肚皮里！賢弟若真要謀這等好事，只消來問我便罷。” #經典新譯之肉蒲團 <img src="https://static2.fansone.co/images/6f4d5f35-58b4-44cd-a1b5-1f07cbafd239.avif" />

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